Lies We Tell

Jordan stepped out into the dust and heat, fresh out of a cage that had caged her body but not the hunger coiled inside it. Nathan never wasted breath on welcome. He shoved her against the wall and dropped to his knees like he owed her time. His tongue hit wet heat without mercy—sliding, sucking, owning—and years of silence burned off in one long moan. She rode that mouth like heat seeking flame, hips grinding, fists in his hair. A hand on her thigh, another spreading her wider, he licked her open until she shook. Cock came next, hard and impatient, driving into her with short, mean thrusts that pounded the rust off her bones. She took him deep, every slick inch a filthy homecoming, legs clamped, pussy greedy again. No slow savoring, no sweet. Just sweat-slick skin, the slap of flesh, and the slick sound of a woman remembering how good it felt to get wrecked.